Scenario after scenario that never evolve into a single situation. Written in lines depicting certain imitations. As if illusions gathered are to tell a story of realities mutation. Delusions unscrambled in the mind find a voice that never speaks with a volumes vibration. Even though every letter defines the relative satisfisfaction. Having a different kinds sensation that berets self as words flow into rotation. Life an investigation goin on within to reach out with a comprehensive communication. Thoughts fall into place when the findings settles for a better understanding wanting more than another nullification. As live rotates in circles while sitting in as still at patience's deliberation. Wasting time diddling around simply too correct the inner makings that crave gratification. So the claim of hearts is as mental as emotions that rise to the occasion of syncing operations. Defining they moments it takes to tweak out the details needing an evaluation. As adventures wait to be shared with what lifts the eyes up to see eutopia's final destination. No longer having to scribble down the attractions that makes self appealing without dementia's dimension of retraction. Able to keep memories gained as the ranble continues to land here as a demonstration. There's no feeling in expressions yard aren't capable of living past a state of hibernation. Sleeping while alive as if the idle is stuck in a cycle shielded by the saturation. N I'm guilty by my own association...
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